“My generalised anxiety, a raced heartbeat,

I think I lose control as the shortened breath kicks in,

boom boom boom, I carefully take this seat

hearts coming right out my chest, it tightens, breathe. Breathe in, hold it… now breathe out,

Get up dip your face with a cold splash

It slowly expelling floods of doubt.

Wow so easily exhausted

I can’t wait to go to bed

_I wonder,...

“My generalised anxiety, a raced heartbeat,

I think I lose control as the shortened breath kicks in,

boom boom boom, I carefully take this seat

hearts coming right out my chest, it tightens, breathe. Breathe in, hold it… now breathe out,

Get up dip your face with a cold splash

It slowly expelling floods of doubt.

Wow so easily exhausted

I can’t wait to go to bed

_I wonder,...

“Who am I?

I ought to know who I am,

I’ve forgotten my name again.

Stupid girl.

Doesn’t know how to dance anymore.

Doesn’t know how to sing anymore.

She had lost her curls

What was one to do?

It’s the midst of doing nothing and having no sense of independent identity,

Somehow it wasn’t entirely true.

She had breakthrough she was having a breakdown

_After all...

“Tick,

Tick,

Tick,

The tocks of the clocks passing by,

Childlike whispers, echoes and memories flood my mind.

Each soft wrinkle of innocent age,

Is a story of my time.

I sit religiously with my needle and thread.

I sit reminiscent of joys and laughters in my head.

Every moment is so fleeting and pure,

But soon I’ll be knocking on heavens door.

_So I sit reminiscent of the...

“In the messy room,

That is my clouded mind,

It’s like my life just went kaboom.

Like a nuclear had hit

I was so nearly writing a notice to quit.

My life had changed, but what felt like for worse

Is it something I’m doing or am I cursed?

Who takes a baby from its mother?

Who takes a mother from their child?

_A vision that was so full of love and laughter of mother and daugh...

“In the hushed twilight’s glow.

A symphony from my childhood,

I uncover a whispered tune,

Underneath the watchful moon.

With every creek of age,

each wrinkle tells a tale,

Where dreams never would pale,

Summers spent in wonder.

I once roamed tranquil meadows,

With daisies in my hair,

Chasing clouds like ships

that sailed on the breeze, both gentle and rare.

_I’d twirl...